Empty temp me I think I mighta bent me
spent me now I’m broke
I get broken a lot looking for hope
It’s the pain and the strain that I smoke
I feel like hell and it drags me down
with every drag I take
not clowning around
It’s pouring rain
watch the blood run
Running in circles, call me insane

I don’t sleep
heart’s hers to keep
saw through everything but you
the past is my dream
ignorance is bliss
used to wonder if i’d live to see my first kiss
when it rains it pours
pictures she drew
we’ll start our new lives somewhere new
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It's a dark world, hope it's just passing her by
because every day that gets to passing
is just another cloud in the sky
circumstance made her dance till she couldn't breathe
now she breathes freely, but she's asking me leave
it's not hard to believe, wore hard feelings on my sleeve
feelings that were misguided, beyond what you perceive
turned those feelings into words, and those words weren't well recieved

Oh the broken, how we our counterparts
The bent may not fit exact
but it feels right in our hearts

It’s hard to feel like someone when you have no one
Just another closed door
It’s hard when the ceiling effect hits the fan and then the floor
Nothing to live for
just closed eyes and a bit more
solitude plus altitude, no capacity to attitude

I'm stuck in a droubt
call it the doubt
neverending
this world isn't perfect
here's to pretending
pretending i'm not spending
all my time feeling empty

Let the gloom consume
Until it's something descriptive
Let your thoughts be written
But never scripted
It's pouring rain over the horizon

You half felt the feelings that you made hard
You didn't want to be alone
You lived through your hell
But you can't reap what you've sown
outgrown, no home
what is it to suffer?

The guilt is the trip, the trip is the fall; she leaves with the wind.

Love is a condition
It's conditional
my disposition
was your inquisition
towards people close to me
*** I could never stand to see
another person in my position

Melancholy call my name
I wanna hear your thoughts
I wanna feel your pain
the past is back and it's here to stay
oh how I live in yesterday

I learned a lot of things growing up
how to be one with with yourself but
how to be none to someone else
I resent I digest I digress moving forward with the rest
so I don’t obsess but I can’t help but stress
how uncalled for this is, but I need you more than
I can describe and what the doctor prescribed
doesn’t keep me alive
saw me kissing death not you

Love and lust
wont you tempt me?
You are the mountains
glittered in snow
and when it melts
it's like a tear streaming down my face
because it hurts to watch you leave

I feel ugly when I can’t find the words to say
I left tomorrow for yesterday
It’s the pain and the strain that I smoke
Feelings get away
not one on my sleeve
With the wind, I blew away
any chance of us today
got thrown away
when I got sick
I wish you would hear these words
*** you were the first and last thing I lost
to what cost I blew you away
A sunset paints the day
But the moon can only reflect
that light in your eyes
herion brown
I could stare for days
but you don’t want me around
******* for not needing me
your seed in me still grows
and it shows
Broken lost confused
hearing voices, torture, torment pain
I wish I could go back to when I was sane
Nightmares too ugly to say
Thank god those passed
I did it, i survived, i got away
I don’t know how long it’ll last
I feel like death is ******* calling me
so I look at the past
It’’s my favorite past time
Let me tell you for the last time
i needed you
like I need air to breathe
Live on and be happy without me
I know that’s how it works
I hope your happy
I just want you to be happy
and when I die young
don’t cry or mourn
keep your eye on the light
and shine bright, breathe freely

I let ****** borrow my heart and she stuck it on the shelf
time couldn’t tell for there are no words
just empty vessels, boredom and thoughts she wrestles
I guess that’s better than being empty
Tempt me, I bent me and now I’m falling apart
But not off, for I was better off offed and alone
You are the velvet to my throne at which you sit
I am the jester, pain digester, who grew past 16

The guilt is the trip
The trip is the fall
She leaves with the wind

Greed is the seed of death
in the river, there is a shimmer
a reflection of what you have left
a treasure from the heavens
because there isn't much left